Run: 2026-09-23-01M36WMXM2DCH8SX68NJZ7KYFK

Molly spread the floor plan across the kitchen table, tracing every room with her finger. The backyard was where all the action would be. Streamers, balloons, a bouncy castle shaped like a dragon. And beneath it all, the real prize: three enormous piles of wrapped presents stacked in rainbow towers by some overachieving aunt. Bill studied the diagram through half-moon spectacles. He had spent the entire afternoon scoping out the venue, posing as a parent enrolling his imaginary son in swimming lessons. The guards at the front desk had been spectacularly unconcerned. "The cake is at three o'clock," Molly whispered. "That is our window." "How many presents?" Bill asked. "Eleven to fourteen per grab." Bill produced two disguise kits from his duffel. They would go as clowns — not scary ones, but friendly ones with oversized shoes and matching polka-dot suits. This was a seven-year-old's birthday party, not a horror convention. Molly reviewed the exit routes one final time. The north gate connected to a quiet alley. The south fence was low enough to scale with the loot bags. Bill admired a napkin sketch of a lighthouse he had drawn earlier. That would be their container. Elegant. Untraceable.